Sweetie had just finished drying the last of the breakfast dishes when a knock came at the Boutique’s front door.
She put the bowl away and shut the cabinet. "Rarity! You've got a client!" she called.
Rarity trotted into the living room, slight irritation plain on her face. "Sweetie, I told you, I'm closed for the weekend. Still, if someone needs my help enough to disregard the 'closed' sign, I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint." Sweetie followed Rarity to the door.
They opened it to reveal a plump, older mare, whom they both recognized. "Mom?!" the sisters said in unison.
"My girls!" Pearl trotted in between them, chuckling. "I bet you two didn't expect to see me today!"
"To be perfectly frank, Mother, I wasn't expecting it -- but of course it's always delightful to see you." Rarity shut the door behind her. "I thought you were off with Father."
"Oh, no! Magnum's on a fishing trip this weekend. Our anniversary trip starts after that.” Her smile spread out wider as she looked both her daughters over. “I figured I'd come see my two favorite daughters!" Pearl giggled and mussed up Sweetie's mane.
"Mom! Geez." Sweetie huffed. "I just had that done this morning!" Sweetie’s magic glowed in her mane, trying to rearrange the disarranged.
“Looks like you’re getting along with your magical studies.” Pearl smiled at Sweetie. “And I see your sister's been rubbing off on you, too.”
Rarity gave a little shrug. "I can't help it if exposure to the fabulous tends to spread the fabulous," she purred back. "So what did you have in mind, Mother? Sweetie and I were going to go out later for lunch -- do you want to come with us?"
Pearl nodded, and her smile became wry. "That sounds nice . . . and I was thinking we could talk to your little sister about our sweets this weekend."
The word held strange emphasis, something Sweetie didn't quite grasp, but for years now she'd wondered about the sweets. She'd gotten past the age where constant pestering came off as cute and forgivable, so she'd just had to let the secret sit.
Rarity gasped at her mother, and shook her head. "I really don't think she's ready, Mother. Honestly, when you and Auntie Amber introduced me to them, I was -- "
"You were exactly her age now," Pearl retorted with a smirk.
"Well, yes, but . . . " Rarity hesitated, looking back at Sweetie for a moment, nibbling at her lip. “We don’t really even know if she’ll like it, Mother.”
"You liked having the sweets just fine, after you got used to them. You couldn’t get enough!" Pearl chuckled and mussed at Rarity’s mane just as she’d mussed Sweetie’s.
Sweetie had seen her mother muss her sister’s mane any number of times, but it had never gotten quite this reaction out of her. A flush came to Rarity’s cheeks, and she seemed to suppress a smile.
Rarity’s eyes turned again to Sweetie, and this time her older sister just watched her. Pearl's gaze came to rest upon her as well; they almost seemed to wait to see what she'd say.
She could remember hearing Rarity discussing something about honey or nectar a few times with her mother, but she'd never quite heard enough of the discussion to get any context, and Rarity had always seemed so tightlipped about it.
When Sweetie tried to ask her mom about it, a year or so ago, her mom had just looked at her with a wry little smile, and had said Soon.
Now, it seemed that soon had finally come.
Her smile spread wide. "So I finally get to know what you two've been keeping secret?"
Rarity sighed. "It isn't like that, Sweetie. It's simply -- ah -- difficult to appreciate and understand, until a filly is a young mare. And it is certainly something we'd like to keep just between us girls. 'Sweets' is a euphemism."
"What your sister said, sort of a code word," Pearl piped up. "It's sort of a family tradition, really. My mother and older sister showed me, and my mother and I showed your sister."
I just have to play it cool. They want to know I’m mature enough, so I need to act mature. She looked between the two, and put on the most casually confident voice she could. "I can handle it."
Pearl grinned. "See? Your little sister's growing up, Rarity."
Rarity bit her lip a moment, then let a sigh out. It was a sigh that Sweetie had come to recognize as her I suppose that's how it'll be sigh. It wasn't what Sweetie had hoped Rarity would do, but it'd get her the secret, and that was a pretty good consolation prize. "All right." Rarity glanced at her mother. "If that's how Sweetie feels, then it's really only right."
Sweetie grinned. "So, spill! What's the secret?"
Pearl shook her head. "It's not a secret you tell. It's a secret you show, Sweetie."
That doesn't make any sense. "What does that mean?"
"It means we'll show you," Rarity said, her smile finally returning. "I assure you, it's easier this way. It certainly was for me."
Sweetie shrugged. "So, show me?"
"Head upstairs, and lay on my bed, Sweetie. It's most comfortable that way, I've found. I have to get some things ready for the, ah, 'introduction'."
Sweetie blinked. "What do you have to get ready to share candy with me?"
Rarity stifled a snort, but then a giggle leaked out. "Don't worry about it, Sweetie. You'll see." She giggled and waved a hoof. "Mother, would you help me?"
Pearl nodded at Rarity. "Of course, dear. Head on upstairs, Sweetie."
Sweetie hesitated. Now they were both acting a little weird . . . but she still wanted to know what it was. "Uh, okay."
She trotted upstairs and got up on Rarity's bed, wondering what she was waiting for. She didn't have to wait very long before Rarity and Pearl came upstairs too, levitating a chest between them. They set it down by the bed and opened it up, the lid facing towards Sweetie. "What's in it? Can I see?" She started to move off the bed, but felt a gentle grip of magic on her hooves.
"That's all right, Sweetie. We're going to show you, so don't worry." Pearl smiled and patted her on the head. "Just stay there. Oh -- actually, lay on your back."
"My back?" Sweetie blinked a few times, then shrugged. "Okay." She shifted onto her back, and drew her knees together, her tail swatting at the bed. "So what is it? Chocolate with crystal berries? Truffles from Prance? -- "
"Honey, be quiet," Pearl murmured.
"All right, here it is!" Rarity smiled wide. "Sweetie, close your eyes."
Sweetie hesitated. What kind of sweets do you need to not see for?
Pearl lifted an eyebrow. "Sweetie Belle, this is a tradition. Do this for your mother. Please?"
Sweetie sighed. "Oh, okay, fine." She closed her eyes.
"Now, just let us do a few things here," Rarity murmured, her voice close. "Just keep your eyes shut for now."
Sweetie's head was lifted up, and something wrapped around her head, over her eyes. "What's happening?"
"Shhh, Sweetie. Let us work," Pearl giggled.
Sweetie's head was laid back; she could feel a knot in whatever was wrapped around her head. A blindfold? She hesitated, then opened her eyes; darkness. I'm blindfolded? Why'd they blindfold me?
"Now you’ll need a little of this . . . " Rarity touched the edge of something to Sweetie Belle's lips; the smell was strange, planty, and a little spicy. “It’s a lovely little concoction
"Buh whad ish it?" Sweetie’s lips made a crude effort to push the words out around the rim of the vessel. “It shmells wherd.”
"Sweetie, it’s important that you drink it. It’ll . . . help." The barest touch of frustration was in Rarity's voice, and she tipped it up.
The liquid went down easy; it smelled worse than it tasted. "Cinnamony, kinda," she mumbled, licking a last sticky drop from her lip. “And honey?”
"Mmm, yes. Yes it is." Rarity chuckled. “The honey helps cover the taste of the plant that’s in it.” Something had changed about her voice, but Sweetie couldn’t place it. It was deeper, or sort of like she was out of breath. Or --
Or aroused. That’d be impossible, though. Sweetie shifted, uncomfortable. It wouldn’t make any sense at all. Maybe she’s just a little out of breath.
That had to be it.
“Plant? I thought I smelled something like grass or aloe. What is it?”
“It’s a variant of mageweed called ‘nullifius thaumaturgeous’. I’m sure you recognize the term mageweed?”
Sweetie had an itchy, anxious feeling creeping along her neck. “Y-Yeah, um, Twilight said it’s used in small quantities to enhance magical powers.”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Pearl chuckled. Her voice seemed different too, in the same way Rarity’s was; somehow, Sweetie felt warm, and nervous. “The ‘nullifius’ variant is a little different, though. Let us show you. Sweetie, try to take off your blindfold with magic, all right?"
Sweetie focused, trying to form a field around the knot behind her head; her will did nothing, though. She strained a little, and felt a touch of something in her horn, but it flared and died almost instantly. "I -- I can't! Why doesn't my -- "
"Go ahead, Mother," Rarity said with a little giggle.
Pearl giggled back. "I’ve got the rear legs handled."
Hooves took hold of all four of her ankles, and Sweetie felt her chest seize. She pushed against the pressure; the grip was firm, though. "What's happening? Mom? Rarity? I want to get up!"
"Shhhh," Pearl murmured; her voice seemed to be downwards, where Sweetie's rear legs were still bent. “Stay calm, honey.”
"It'll be all right, Sweetie. Just trust us." Rarity's breath washed over Sweetie's ear, and a shiver squirmed along her spine.
"B-B-But I . . . uh . . . " Sweetie tried to slow her breathing; she needed to trust them, but she couldn't stifle the increasing panic.
They did it for her.
She felt the cool touch of magic, several shapes of it, start moving along her coat. The pressure was gentle at first; long, soothing-slow strokes, some of the magic working through her mane or along her shoulders, some of it along her cutie marks and sides. The strokes above her waist were comforting, but they became gentler, almost impossibly so. The ones along her sides and cutie mark did the same, and Sweetie found herself feeling a tinge of hunger for more touch as the caresses became more teasing.
“It’ll be fine, Sweetie,” Rarity said, a soothing warm liquidity in her voice.
“What are you two doing?” she asked, and was surprised to find it came out in a whimper.
“Getting you ready,” Rarity giggled, and nosed into Sweetie’s mane. The telekinesis moving along her mane split into two, and warm breath moved along her scalp, through the loose curls. Gentle pressure from Pearl’s hooves helped Sweetie’s rear legs relax, and ever-so-slowly extend.
Sweetie found herself breathing faster, but her fear seemed to subside. It was a strange comfort, almost like having her mane brushed out.so I know
“Tell me something, Sweetie,” Rarity purred. “When’s the last time you rang your own bell?”
“My -- “ Is she asking what I think she’s asking?! “ -- uh, why does that, uh, matter . . . ?”
Rarity nosed at Sweetie’s neck, and she shifted on the bed. “I’m curious.”
Sweetie squirmed. “I -- I don’t think I’m supposed to talk about that with you and Mom,” she breathed out. The patches of magic on Sweetie’s sides and cutie marks merged on her buttocks and started squeezing them, gently at first, then really groping.
Rarity’s lips pressed against Sweetie’s neck, and a plume of warm breath licked the fur at the same time. “It’s got to have been a while, Sweetie. You’re so tense.”
Sweetie suppressed a slight quiver. This can’t be real! This -- this is something innocent, and you’re misunderstanding it. You’ve got to be. There’s no way Mom and Sis are trying to make me horny!
“As for ‘supposed’, well, what one’s ‘supposed’ to be doing has never been a consideration for the females of our family, Sweetie, at least when we’re behind locked doors.”
Sweetie felt a nudge against the inside of her leg, another warm muzzle, and there were only two other muzzles in the room besides her own, and Rarity’s was buried in her mane, and that left -- Mom . . .
“We’ve been waiting a long while, Sweetie,” came her mother’s voice, down around her knees. “You’ve been growing into a beautiful young mare, you know.”
"Wait, Mom, p-please," Sweetie whimpered. "I'm scared. Tell me what's happening?!"
“Sweetie, do you trust me and your sister?”
“Well -- yeah, I mean, of course, I’m just kind of -- “ Sweetie cut off into a squeal as Rarity gave a little nip at her ear. Warmth seemed to flood into the delicate flesh in response.
“Sweetie, we promise -- if you don’t like the sweets, you can stop. Just let us show you once, all right?” All through the soft little placations, the telekinesis of both older mares kept moving over Sweetie’s body, along her legs, squeezing her ass, caressing her side.
Sweetie’s breathing was fast. The only places they’re not touching are down there. That means it’s not sexual, right?
“If it’s a m-massage, it, uh, it’s kind of causing . . . um . . . “ How do I ask my mom and my sister to stop making me horny? Sweetie wasn’t even entirely sure she wanted to make them stop, but she had no way to hide what was happening to her body.
“We know, Sweetie,” her mother’s voice came. The muzzle-nudges near her knees moved up to her thighs.
Oh Goddess.
The telekinetic fields shifted away from her ass and mark and sides, melting into place on her legs, and the hooves moved away.
Rarity's tongue stroked along the edge of Sweetie's ear, and her legs pulled at the magical restraints, a little squeak coming from her muzzle. Warmth was spreading over her body, and it seemed like most of it was in her head . . . but some of it was between her legs.
Her knees were still together, but the strange cool telekinetic grip on her ankles pulled her legs straight, then helped them apart, slowly.
An unfamiliar moist flow of air came to settle on Sweetie's sex, and then a tight circle of warm flesh pressed over her mound, and then again, and then again. Warmth radiated through breath along her sex. Sweetie gasped as she realized what was happening down there -- her mother was kissing her down there.
Rarity nudged at Sweetie's ear, and her tongue took another stroke along the edge. "Mother's taking her turn first. I take mine second."
The ring of Pearl's lips opened, and something warm and wet probed along the part between Sweetie's outer lips. The strange tingling deep in Sweetie seemed to grow and burn or itch or something, something she couldn't place.
"T-Turns?" Sweetie whimpered, squirming. "What do -- "
Rarity cut her off with her own mouth, pressing it to Sweetie's; her tongue slid along Sweetie's lips, then pressed at them. Rarity made soft little sounds, nudging Sweetie's nose with her own as her tongue bade entrance.
The scent in Sweetie's nose was one Sweetie recognized immediately -- Cheval No. 5 -- the most expensive perfume Rarity owned, and one she had told Sweetie was “reserved for special occasions”. Sweetie had never caught any whiff of it around the Boutique, ever, except when Rarity had first showed her the strange squat square bottle.
Sweetie felt like she was going to melt, sweat starting to develop in her fur. She whimpered back, but felt like she should keep her mouth shut. Pearl's tongue squirmed between the outer folds of Sweetie's cunny, though, a pulse of pleasure quivered through her down there, and she couldn't help but open her mouth. Rarity's tongue took the opportunity to slide in, touching Sweetie's tongue with her own. The taste was strange, almost cleansing, as if Rarity had a glass of water just before she came upstairs.
Cheval No. 5? She wasn't wearing it this morning, so she must have put it on when she knew this was going to happen. Despite the mingling confusion and arousal, a spot of pride floated to the surface.
Pearl pressed forward a bit, her lips squashed against Sweetie's vulva, and Sweetie felt the firm, warm, squirming muscle of her tongue slide further in, the tip taking a slow circuit of Sweetie's entrance. Rarity was stroking along the edges of Sweetie's own tongue, and Sweetie realized dimly that she was moaning into Rarity's mouth.
The quivers and shivers in her lower body wouldn't seem to stop; in fact, they seemed to grow, bordering into shudders and squirms. As much as Sweetie was trying to tell herself otherwise, her mother's mouth and tongue were sending overwhelming pleasures through her flesh.
Rarity broke the kiss, lifting away, but her mouth came close to Sweetie's ear. "It feels good, doesn't it? Mother's tongue is so deliciously skilled. I should know -- she was the second mare to lay her mouth on me, right after Auntie Amber." Rarity's hoof stroked Sweetie's mane; her voice was a warm murring whisper, one that Sweetie had never heard coming out of her sister's mouth before. "Your mane will be badly mussed when we're finished, Sweetie, but trust me . . . it is so frightfully worth it."
"It, mmph, it feels g-good," Sweetie babbled back, trying to think and failing. Pearl's tongue finished with the teasing-slow strokes around her entrance, and took a long, careful slide inside her. A sharp noise came out of Sweetie as her mother worked a serpentine pattern along the inner roof of her flesh.
"Don't try to be coherent, dear. Enjoy your first time with us." So saying, Rarity leaned in, her muzzle nestling into Sweetie's neck, her tongue flicking out in little appreciative licks.
Sweetie's brain had a piece of news, one she hadn't caught until just now -- her legs were free. Push! Go! Some thin little urge to run was still talking in the back of her head, but now -- now she wanted to know how deep the dragon’s cave truly was. Or, less floridly put, how far her mother's tongue could actually get inside her.
As if hearing Sweetie’s thought and responding to tease, Pearl's mouth lifted away from Sweetie. "Your sister's right, Sweetie. We love you, and we want you to feel good. Just try to relax, and trust your mother." Pearl’s warm words flowed across Sweetie’s stomach, and Sweetie found her nose twitching at the scent of her own pussy on her mother’s breath.
Soft little whines issued forth, and Sweetie realized she'd made the sounds. She hesitated, but the need won out. She nodded and whined, trying to lift her hips towards Pearl's voice.
A laugh came from Pearl. "And you thought she wasn't ready! She's just like you, Rarity. Once the hunger starts . . . "
Rarity gave a demure little giggle. "Well, let's hope she has an appetite for giving as well."
"Please?" Sweetie Belle murmured. The shame was soaking into her brain, and she wanted that delicious distracting devilment back, the pleasure between her legs that matched nothing else she'd ever had -- better than ice cream, better than magic, better than the day she got her cutie mark. "It felt so good . . . more? Please?"
"Of course," Rarity cooed, nosing into Sweetie's mane. “We wouldn’t dream of letting you stew too long. There’s teasing, and then there’s impolite.”
Although her sister said it, her mother actually gave her what she wanted. Pearl buried her muzzle in Sweetie's snatch and slid her tongue inside her again.
Sweetie moaned and bucked her hips as Pearl licked inside her, rubbing her tongue along the inside of her tunnel. Rarity's voice drifted through Sweetie's mane. "It's simply divine, isn't it? Like the most delicate touch of warm, wet silk."
"Yes," Sweetie whimpered. The pleasure between her legs was growing, and now she was just panting, openmouthed. An urge came, and she voiced it as best she could. "Kiss? Rarity, please?"
Rarity's mouth came to Sweetie's again, and Sweetie arched up into the kiss, her tongue making the crossing of the borders of their lips. She was hungry indeed now, and as her mother's tongue seemed to search inside her, Sweetie sought something too in Rarity's mouth, but she knew not what it was.
Rarity took hold of one of Sweetie's forelegs again, and moved it down; Sweetie gave a thick moan when she realized Rarity had nestled it between her legs. The petals of her sister’s flower were slick, soaked with nectar, radiant in their heat. Sweetie cupped her hoof against Rarity’s pussy.
Rarity broke the kiss for a moment of breath and speech. "Be gentle, little sister. Be very, very gentle." With that, she closed the gap again, and her tongue danced with Sweetie's as they both probed each other's mouths.
Sweetie hesitantly did the slightest thing she could, letting the edge of her hoof trail along Rarity’s slick slit. She felt moisture on her hoof, and caught the blossoming of a thin little musky scent in the air; she realized dimly that this was the scent she’d picked up so many times on Rarity’s sheets. How did I block that out?! It was the scent of family and love, and yet she couldn’t help but wonder what it would taste like.
Tension flowed through Rarity's muscles within a moment, and then Sweetie had the unique pleasure of feeling her own sister moaning into her mouth. She felt for a moment that nothing could be better, but then she felt Pearl's tongue retract from inside, and slither upwards, the tip working between the smaller petals to find her sensitive little nub.
Sweetie’s hoof was quivering, but she took the gentlest little stroke along Rarity’s sex. She wasn’t doing it rote on this touch; she was curious, fascinated by the sensation of Rarity’s mouth on hers and such a wanton noise vibrating through her lips and tongue.
Rarity broke the kiss, panting. “Looks like my fears were unfounded,” she breathed out, the words half a moan already. Rarity leaned back into the kiss, just as Pearl found Sweetie’s clitoris.
With that, Sweetie knew she was about to cum.
Sweetie had given herself orgasms before, and she wasn't a virgin. However, she'd been playing with colts, both of them her own age -- and colts her own age were rarely possessed of the knowledge and experience necessary to be more than simply capable lovers.
Whereas the mare with her mouth between Sweetie's legs -- and the mare that Sweetie was kissing and rubbing at -- were both skilled lovers and knew Sweetie better than anyone else, to boot.
Sweetie's body moved without her brain's permission. The free foreleg she had hooked around Rarity's neck, pulling her close even as she broke the kiss to release a wail. "Oh, Goddess!" Her hips ground her sex against Pearl's eager muzzle. Sweetie shook and arched and shuddered and squealed and the wailing sibilance broke into a scream. Rarity's mouth took Sweetie's again, drinking in the passionate cries, just as Pearl slurped and licked at Sweetie's flowing juices.
For a time she could not gauge, everything was bright hot pleasure.
Sweetie pushed her mother away with her rear hooves without realizing it, and Rarity brought her mouth away from Sweetie's. Suddenly she could think again and breathe again, and a rush of oxygen inflated her lungs and soaked into her brain.
"Was . . . was that the sweet?" she gasped out, whimpering.
Two giggles came, and then Rarity's voice. "No, dear sister. That's just an orgasm."
"Best . . . best one I’ve had," she panted.
Pearl chuckled. "Of course, honey. Mares know what mares need, and who knows you better than your sister and I? But when we say 'sweet' . . . " She poked her tongue at Sweetie's sex, eliciting a squeal from her youngest daughter. "This is your sweet, right here, Sweetie.”
“Oh.” Sweetie couldn’t say much else. She felt weakness in body and mind, and still couldn’t see; all the touch, all the pleasure, all of it had taken place in the theater of darkness for her.
“Mmmmhm,” Rarity purred, shifting her position. “And now, Sweetie . . . you get to have our sweets."
Sweetie found a smell coming to her muzzle, and then soft hot dripping flesh. It smelled like her sister, only so much more so, and with musk; the fluids leaked into her nose, and she brought out her tongue to taste the delicacy.
